• heheh... the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. it's ALWAYS funny.

He chuckled, as his grin plasters on his face before he puts his skeletal hands on his pockets of his blue jacket to observe their movements. Despite, his unsettling smile, he doesn’t seem to seek any harm while laying back but there’s a feeling of his casual and intimidating aura mixed together.

• Anyway, you're a human, right? I’m sans, Sans the Skeleton.